Page 8 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

ACE

T hey decided to have some fun and play a game of truth or dare , with Blade choosing dares each and every time. It was no surprise to Ace. The man was shameless and had no issues eating disgusting things or performing ridiculous acts of courage—or idiocy, depending on how you looked at it.

It was clear to Ace that Blade would never choose truth. Truth would require the man to open up and be vulnerable for once in his life. That wasn’t Blade. Blade used humor and self-centeredness as a way to keep people at arm’s length and avoid letting anyone really get to know him.

In all the years he had known Blade, the man never talked about his past or his life before moving to New Mexico. It was as if his life had suddenly started when Marcus brought him home.

That was another story that Marcus and Blade both refused to share.

After about an hour of watching Blade make a fool of himself, Ace paced the living room floor, trying to figure out what Blade’s next dare should be. It had to be a good one. Dares weren’t quite as fun when the person doing them was an excited participant.

What hadn’t he tried yet that might make Blade fail or refuse to do? It had to be…

Then it hit him.

“I got it!” Ace shouted with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “I dare you to shoot a two-minute OnlyFans audition reel.”

Blade’s hand stopped just as the shot glass touched his lips.

From above the rim, Ace locked eyes with the usually cocky bastard. His once mischievous eyes now looked stunned and a bit… confused?

Seconds ticked by as the two stared each other down.

Ace silently dared the man to complete the task, while the stubborn biker refused to show weakness.

This was now a battle of wills. Did Blade have the courage to drop his pants and film a steamy scene with his friend’s little brother sitting in front of him, watching?

No. There was no way that Blade would give in.

Eyes still locked on Ace, Blade slowly lowered his shot glass and placed it back on the coffee table.

“You want me to what?”

Smirking, Ace pulled out his phone and held it up. “I want you to look into the camera and pretend that you are livestreaming on OnlyFans. You said that you wanted to film for my channel, so I dare you to make a video.”

Inside, Ace was laughing. He didn’t have an OnlyFans account, and he was pretty sure that he had finally found the dare that would break Blade’s winning streak.

Okay, he was ninety-five percent sure he would turn it down.

Fine. Ninety.

Ninety percent sure he would turn it down.

A wicked grin slowly spread across Blade’s face.

Fuck…

Ace suddenly got the unsettling feeling that perhaps he had lost this challenge as well.

“Fine. Load her up, baby!”

What? Had he heard that correctly?

“You serious?” Ace asked, giving the man a chance to back down or perhaps change his mind.

“Yup. You got one of those telescopic lenses? You may need to back that shit up to get it all in the shot.”

“Telescopic isn’t a thing.”

“Wide lens. Whatever. Just stand back and watch out for yourself.” Blade scooped up his shot and downed it in one smooth motion.

Tossing the glass onto the table, Blade leaned back against the couch and spread his legs like he was giving the world access to what was between his thick, hairy thighs.

“Okay. I’m ready to show your fans what a real man’s cock looks like.”

Ace tried really hard not to smirk.

Okay, it was just him and his cloud that would theoretically be watching Blade’s cinematic debut, but the dude didn’t need to know that.

There was something hot and steamy about watching a guy tug on his meat, trying to fluff it up so that it didn’t look like a sleeping snail. Male ego at its finest.

Lifting his cell, Ace selected the video mode and zoomed in so that Blade filled the screen.

“And… action!”

Blade smirked into the camera like he was born to seduce the world. He slowly slid his hand across his chest, never once losing eye contact with the camera.

“Howdy, all my loyal fans. Tonight, I’ve got an extra special treat for you all. You’re about to witness the unveiling of one of the thickest cocks you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

There was no way , Ace thought to himself. The man was just going to tease the camera a bit with some over-the-clothes type action. Do a little queer-baiting, getting his audience all hard and horny.

Audience ? It was just him and his dirty thoughts the sexy stud was performing in front of.

If Blade only knew that every move, every seductive stroke was going to be stored in the deepest memory vaults of his to be replayed over and over during every future jack-off session until Ace’s cock was raw and his balls were empty. He didn’t care. His dick was going to be so abused.

Watching Blade through the lens, Ace swallowed hard.

Blade didn’t have the balls to pull it out and start jacking off in front of him. There was no fucking way.

On the couch, Blade ran his hand across his chest, stopping momentarily to play with his nipples.

They were hard and popping firm against his black T-shirt.

“The fans are paying big money… and so far it’s nothing but a queer-baiting session,” Ace teased. He had this. The man was going to chicken out any second now.

“Queer-baiting my ass.” Blade exhaled before reaching behind him and pulling his shirt off over his head.

Ace’s breath caught in his chest.

The beefy biker sat on the couch, shirtless, his firm chest adorned with just a light dusting of chest hair. A tiny trail led from his belly button down to just below the waistband of his underwear.

The man smirked, then glanced up at Ace and gave him a wink.

What the fuck?

Ace felt his cock twitch.

Okay, now the man was playing with him. Trying to get him all hard and horny by teasing him with something he could never have.

God, he hated him.

Before him, Ace watched as Blade’s hand slid down to his jeans and popped open the top button. His fingers rested there for a moment, letting the anticipation build and Ace’s heart jump that much closer to cardiac arrest.

Blade looked back into the camera.

“Should I?” Blade asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction.

If online porn didn’t work out for Blade, he could always have a career as a steamy book narrator.

“Should I give you a peek and show you what makes all the women see stars and even forget their names?”

Ace swallowed hard. There was no way he was going to…

Slowly, the beefy biker began to unzip his fly. The sound of every notch snapping open filled the silence of the room like a thunderous clap in the night.

Ace held his breath. This wasn’t happening…

Licking his lips, Blade pulled back the flaps of his jeans and massaged the massive package bulging out of the opening.

“Is this what you want? Is this what you need?” Blade continued to rub his package nice and slow. The head of his cock pressed hard against the material.

Beads of sweat began to form just above the brow on Ace’s forehead. He had seen Blade’s cock before, flashes here and there, but never rock-hard like this, struggling to get free and destroy everything in its path.

This had to be one of the hottest amateur videos Ace had ever seen… or filmed.

Taking him all in, Ace’s gaze moved slowly from his package, up his seductive stomach, until it landed on Blade’s face.

To say that the man was ruggedly handsome was an understatement.

He had a scraggly brown beard with hints of red throughout.

It gave him that wild-man look that made many women and gay men hot and horny for the brazen biker.

His thin, hard lips added that cold, aggressive touch, which only added to his cocky, playful gaze that…

Ace’s breath caught in his chest when Blade’s eyes shifted toward him and locked onto him.

There was no denying it now. Blade was staring right at him, rubbing his cock and making him painfully hard.

Every fantasy, every hot and horny dream—nothing could compare to the steamy intensity of the stare being shared.

If there was a look that could make you come instantly, this was that look.

Ace’s heart beating in his ears was the only sound that filled the room around them. Every sound, every movement was all about Blade.

“Are you ready?” Blade asked.

Ace nodded his head slowly, unaware of his actions.

Eyes still locked on his, Blade slowly slid down the top of his underwear and pulled out every delicious inch of his massive manhood.

Ace’s heart stopped in his chest. The man was huge. His cock was thick and hard and rested just above his belly button.

Smirking, Blade licked his palm, then began sliding it up and down his enormous rod.

“You like?” Blade asked.

Ace wasn’t sure if the question was meant for him or the fictional audience Ace was supposedly filming for. Either way, he nodded. He so fucking liked what he was seeing.

If the man had his own OnlyFans page, he would make a fortune. His charisma, his body, his complete and total sex appeal. The dude had the whole package.

Ace was so bloody screwed.

“How about you come and feed me another shot? Your two minutes are almost up,” Blade asked, giving him a wink.

Fuck him. The guy was such a tease and apparently didn’t give a shit if he jerked his dick in front of his friends.

Shaking his head, Ace propped his cell on the ledge of the television so that it was still recording the sexiest jerk-off session he had ever witnessed. He then walked over to the coffee table and poured Blade another shot.

He went to pass it to Blade, who was still stroking his meat.

Blade shook his head.

“Nope. I want you to feed it to me,” he ordered.

Ace’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Could the man get any hotter?

Standing next to Blade, Ace glanced down at his dick as Blade continued to stroke the length of his shaft.

His cock was gorgeous. It was heavy and uncut, and you knew that it had to do damage when pounding into you. There was no way that the piece before him didn’t spend its life destroying everything it entered.